Tribulation of Mysteries - Chapter 546

[Chapter 544 Drinking Medicine]

“Then… what about Ma Zhu?”

Aaron thought of the lonely boy again.

“Him?”

Zhai Yong recalled carefully before remembering who Ma Zhu was: “He also failed to practice martial arts… He suddenly left recently, and the money he paid is still due in a month!”

“Did he really leave on his own?”

Aaron was a little suspicious, but it was none of his business, so he didn’t ask any more questions.

The two went straight into the inner courtyard and came to the main hall.

“Brother, you came at the right time this time. Master is here. I’ll go report…”

Zhai Yong entered the main hall first, then came out: “Master asked you to go in!”

Aaron followed Zhai Yong and walked into the hall. The first thing he saw was the huge plaque hanging in the main hall, with the four characters “Use martial arts to stop war” written on it.

In the main hall, there was a huge calligraphy and painting, on which the word “longevity” was written in a flamboyant style.

Sitting on the armchair next to him was a figure with gray hair and wrinkles on his face, like an old farmer.

The only difference was probably his hands.

The hands had thick joints and dark skin, which even reminded Aaron of the color of fine iron.

Senior Brother Ding Shan was standing on the side, and several fellow apprentices following him were also acquaintances, Li Qinglan and Song Sanjin!

When they saw Aaron come in, they were still a little surprised.

Xue Qingshan, who looked like an old farmer, drank tea slowly and looked at Aaron: “Are you Fang Yu? It’s not bad to enter the realm of strength in about half a year.”

“Yes, I am your disciple.”

Aaron did not hide anything, after all, his talent was there: “I am a fisherman in Taize Lake. A few days ago, I was lucky enough to get a red blood carp. After eating it, my qi and blood increased greatly. I got this opportunity and was able to enter the realm of strength smoothly.”

“I see…” Ding Shan nodded, as if it was a matter of course.

However, a hint of jealousy flashed in the eyes of Zhai Yong and Song Sanjin.

After all… red blood carp is better than any tonic soup!

It’s a pity that they have already eaten it, and they can’t let them spit it out!

“No wonder… you are so lucky.” Xue Qingshan smiled: “Are you here to become my disciple this time?”

“Of course I am. Please accept me as your disciple.”

Aaron took the tea on the side and offered it.

“Okay.”

Xue Qingshan took the teacup and took a sip: “From now on, you are my official disciple. Are you going to enter the inner courtyard to study martial arts, or go back to study on your own?” “

My disciple is short of money, so I can only go back to fishing…”

Aaron pretended to be ashamed.

“That’s fine.”

Xue Qingshan’s expression was indifferent. He had heard Ding Shan talk about Fang Yu and knew that he had poor physical talent and would have limited achievements in the future, so he didn’t care much: “The martial arts after entering the realm of strength in our sect are called “Black Sand Palm”! The first three levels practice bright strength, and the last three levels practice dark strength! It needs to be practiced with the unique “medicinal sand” of our sect… I will pass on the secrets of the first three levels to you first. As for the “medicinal sand”, follow the rules of the inner courtyard. One portion is ten taels of silver, which can be used for five days…”

“Thank you, Master.”

Aaron saluted again and saw Xue Qingshan took out a handwritten secret book but did not give it to him. Naturally, he knew what he meant and took out the change he had specially exchanged from the bank: “My disciple is a new disciple. Please accept this gift to my master.”

“Haha… Since you have become a formal disciple, we are a family. Why are you being polite?”

Xue Qingshan said with a smile. Ding Shan next to him took the silver without hesitation and then handed the secret book to Aaron.

‘Sure enough… formal disciples are not as good as direct disciples, not to mention that my talent is really average…’

‘It still feels like the relationship between teacher and student, except that we have been promoted from the beginner class to the advanced class…’

Aaron exchanged a few more polite words with Xue Qingshan, and received some pointers on the tricks of practicing the “Black Sand Palm”. He then bought a five-day supply of medicinal sand before saying goodbye and leaving.

‘I’d better continue to study on my own on the lake…’

‘If you are like Li Qinglan and Song Sanjin, you just want to please the master, but you really can’t do it…’

He walked out of the Qingshan Martial Arts School and did not go back directly, but Came to the ‘Huichun Hall’ next to it.

“Huh? I haven’t seen you for a while.”

Mr. Ge was holding a small scale to weigh the medicinal materials. When he saw Aaron walking in, he still remembered him.

“I’ve met Mr. Ge!”

Aaron didn’t waste any words and took out the last taels of silver from his pocket: “Here’s a bowl of ‘Qinglong Life-Saving Soup’!”

“You haven’t given up yet?”

Mr. Ge shook his head repeatedly: “Good intentions can’t save you. Damn it! Just wait…I’ll get you some medicine right now!”

He went to the back hall, grabbed a pair of medicines, and started tormenting himself.

While fanning the cattail leaf fan, he looked at Aaron: “Huh? I always feel like there’s something wrong with you…”

“I recently ate a red-blooded carp, and I was lucky.” Aaron answered frankly.

“Red blood carp, good stuff.” Mr. Ge said with a look of aftertaste on his face: “Go to the ‘Goldfish Gang’ to buy it. You can only make a reservation. One fish costs two hundred taels!”

“Two hundred taels?”

Aaron blinked. Eyes, the gap between the ex-factory price and the retail price is simply: “We sold it to the gang for only a few dozen taels…”

“A few dozen taels is not bad.” Old Man Ge replied without raising his head: “If I You wouldn’t eat that fish, but sell it, and then go to the countryside to buy a few acres of land, buy a house, marry a wife, and live a happy life… Don’t you just want peace and happiness in your life?

“A farmer can live much longer than a martial artist… Not only do those martial artists lose their lifespan, but they also fight fiercely and die violently.”

Well

, you can leave Taize Lake, where you may die at any time, and go to a stable land. Being a farmer is indeed the dream of many fishermen.

But this does not include Aaron.

Aaron laughed and said nothing, watching Mr. Ge shaking his head as he poured the soup into a bowl and brought it over.

“You have to drink this medicine while it’s still hot. It has the best potency.”

“Thank you very much.”

He took the medicine bowl, waited until it cooled down a little, then drank it all without burning his mouth.

bitter!

The first thing you feel when you eat ‘Qinglong Life-Saving Soup’ is bitterness, more bitter than ten pounds of coptis!

Then… Aaron covered his lower abdomen and felt as if several small steel knives were scratching his stomach.

In the midst of this severe pain, tiny streams of heat surged out.

His body was stimulated by this, and his energy and blood began to increase slightly…

‘It felt completely inferior to the red-blooded carp. ‘

Aaron cursed in his heart, and began to form a boxing stance, using the ‘quicksand intention’ to transform qi and blood into strength.

After about half a cup of tea, he opened his eyes: “This dose of ‘Qinglong Life-Destroying Decoction’ is probably equivalent to ten extra days of energy that I need to refine the blood into strength… but it will take several years to do this.” “

The gains outweigh the losses!”

“Alas…”

Mr. Ge sighed and said a little lonely: “This tiger and wolf medicine can still be used to shock martial arts disciples… After becoming a martial arts master, no one will come to visit again. “If the side effects of this medicine are not so severe, I’m afraid you won’t be able to survive, Mr. Ge…

“

Aaron comforted.

Elder Ge smiled bitterly: “That’s right…”

(End of this chapter)